Loving You

CHAPTER 1- "Watch your clumsy ass next time"

"I'm still standing after all these while,"

"I'm picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind,"

"I'm still standing, yeah, yeah, yeah,"

"I'm still-"

I let out a shriek as someone barges in, apparently, there's no privacy under this roof. I look up to see the asshole who just barged into my room like-

"OH MY GOD, DYLAN!" I drop my guitar on my bed and sprint towards him, almost knocking him over.

"Hey Ash," Dylan greets carrying me in his arms and spinning. "I take back every bad thing I just said," I say smiling sheepishly as he lets me down. He furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

"What bad things?"

"Well, I might have, kinda called you an asshole two minutes ago when you barged in". He let out a soft chuckle. I missed that.

"Why did you come back, not that I don't want you here, but you only come back during the holidays". And that's very true. Let's pause here for a second. I'm Ashley Reynolds, I'm 17 and still in high school. Senior year starts tomorrow and I'd be lying if I say I'm excited. Dylan only comes back during the holidays. He's my oldest brother, he's just 23 but owns a huge fashion complex in Paris. Damon's 22 ad he's an actor here in LA along with Jacob who's 20 and Dad. Mom's a fashion designer while Cole's in college studying law, but he doesn't live there.

"Well, I came with her," Dylan finally says gesturing towards the door. A lady who looks Spanish, maybe in her early 20's walks in and gives me an award winning smile. My goodness she is flawless. Suddenly, it clicks. 

"OH. MY. GOD." I let out a squeal which sounds like something out of a horror movie and it literally sends everyone running to my room. "Is she your girlfriend?"

"This is Sophie... my fiancée and we're getting married this Christmas," Dylan clarifies.

"Finally, it's about time I have a sister," I turn towards Sophie, " Hi, I'm Ashley, everyone calls me Ash and if Dylan hasn't told you, I'm the most awesomest sister in the world. I've always dreamed of having a sister, whether older or younger, but mom and dad wouldn't do icky stuff to get me one. Now I've got you. We're gonna spend a lot of time together, do each other's nails, have makeovers. Watch movie marathons. Especially twilight saga. Quick question Edward Cullen or Jacob Black? I can't decide either, I mean they're both freaking Greek gods and totally cute. I want your baby to look like Jacob Black, but he has to have Edward Cullen's eyes. Speaking of babies, I get to name your first baby. And it has to be a boy or wait should it be a girl, I think-".

Whoever covered my mouth, I'm so grateful because whenever I'm excited or overwhelmed, I turn into a motor mouth.

"Sorry about that Sophie, she get's hyper," Dylan tells Sophie in a failed attempt to whisper.

"Hey! I heard that," I snap playfully.

"I like her Dylan, she's nice and really pretty," Sophie tells Dylan and turns towards me with a huge smile. She smiles a lot. "Hola chica... Wanna go dress shopping sometime?".

I turn my head towards Dylan and stick out my tongue. "Sure... see you're the only one who gets me".

"What about me!" mom exclaims placing her hand on her heart and faking hurt.

"Oh you know I love you mom," I pull her in for a hug. When we pull back, she grins widely and says, "Okay sweetie go put on something nice, we're all going out for dinner to celebrate".

"Okay mom". Everyone leaves as I close the door. I picked up my phone from my vanity and video call Stacy while entering my walk-in closet. It's quite huge and super full. It's stacked with a lot of designer outfits, thanks to mom. Trust me, I have little or no fashion sense, but with a little help from mom and my best friend Stacy, I manage to look like a fashion guru each time I dress up. After a few rings, Stacy finally picks up.